Alexa Clay

Author, Misfit Economy (forthcoming w/ Simon & Schuster) | musings on topics and trends where narratives have yet to crystallize: transmedia, poetry, DIY, new economy, authenticity, tech, innovation.

What if we guerilla hacked cities to slow down the hustle of life and focus on the sacred burning questions we all hold? 

But seriously, what is Birdcore?

whatisbirdcore:

Birdcore is not pro-science or anti-modern. Birdcore is not a specific conservation ethic or program of study. Birdcore is not a fucking fitness anything. Birdcore is an anti-aesthetic aesthetic that fetishizes the outdoors. Birdcore has affinity for field biologists, the homeless, gutter punks, pastoralists, special forces, the BLM, and Tibetans. But not Tibet. Birdcore is no country.

A little bit of a surreal performance lecture at re:publica in Berlin where we discussed technology sins, startup egoism, and the need for more people to unlock their “inner Amish.” 

My alter-ego, the Amish Futurist, speaking to Rushkoff about the pitfalls of the tech industry. 

My Piece on Growing Up Alien in Aeon Magazine »

But as a kid largely ignorant of grander sociological forces, aliens were only one thing: scary. They had large black eyes and androgynous forms. And they were real — like ghosts and witches and monsters. In daylight, I was sceptical (the good little rationalist), but night-time brought with it a tide of magical thinking. I used to lie in bed and worry that maybe I would be abducted. I would even make supplicating promises of better behaviour in the hope of bartering with these outsiders — ‘I’ll be good, just leave me alone.’ In my secular progressive household, aliens offered a moral disciplining authority, an invisible spectator to police my actions.

sick of innovation jargon? “get out of the box…as children know sometimes boxes are very hard to get out of.”

I became an urban someone
Only to desire a rural unknowing
The packing of the Self for social integration
Disgust at the artifacts of acknowledgment
Grow weary. And wish upon another.
Transcend this mundane binary.
My farmer is wearing fur and pearls.  

I became an urban someone

Only to desire a rural unknowing

The packing of the Self for social integration

Disgust at the artifacts of acknowledgment

Grow weary. And wish upon another.

Transcend this mundane binary.

My farmer is wearing fur and pearls.